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Feel the heat of the battle!

Twenty years have passed since the tiny kingdom of the Icemark last defended itself from invasion. Now the imperial invader Scipio Bellorum is back – joined by his brutal twin sons.

The Icemark’s fate rests with Queen Thirrin, Oskan Witchfather – and their five strong-willed children. But not all the royal siblings are ready for the task. What of Medea, the dark daughter, poisoning the family from within? Or Sharley, the youngest and weakest son, strangely foretold to return with a blade of fire?

Now in paperback, book two in The Icemark Chronicles picks up twenty years after The Cry of the Icemark – with new generations of allies and enemies taking on unfinished battles for the Icemark.

'We’re lost! We’re lost, there’s nothing we can do!' Mekhmet yelled against the noise of the storm.

Was this it? Sharley thought. Was this where his mission ended? Dying like this was almost laughable: caught in a dust storm and smothered to death! He huddled closer to Mekhmet, glad to have some human contact at the end. But then Sharley noticed a strange blue light that began to filter through the tent. Beautiful female voices began to fill his head. He could have cried out with joy; his prayers had been answered!

The gentle singing slowly swelled, filling the air with sweetness, and the roaring and raging of the winds abated slightly. Now Mekhmet lifted a corner of the tent, and after a few moments scrambled to his feet, laughing.

'The Blessed Women! We’re saved! Look!' What looked like a bank of blue mist was slowly evolving across the dunes and gradually surrounding the camp. Soon, a barrier of light and song stood against the storm, and no matter how the winds raged, they were unable to break through the wall of ethereal blue. Sharley crawled out from under the canvas and stood with Mekhmet, gazing at the light.

Gradually they began to make out the forms of beautiful young women, who stood holding hands in a long unbroken line around the camp, their long robes flowing and waving gently as though undulating on a current of water.